Virgil's Birthday- Or Not

The Plan and Sneaking Out

Everyone looked at each other, confused. "But game night-" Logan began, but Virgil broke in. "That was the day before my birthday. It was on Saturday."

Patton's hand fell from his shoulder as he pressed it to his heart, realizing Saturday was indeed Virgil's birthday. He moved to hug the anxious one. "Oh my gosh kiddo, I'm so so-" To his sadness, though, Anxiety stepped away. "It's fine, it's not that important." 

"Of course it's important Virge!" Patton exclaimed. The look Virgil gave him when he looked up from the carpet broke his heart, and everyone's eyes widened ever so slightly. "No. If it was important, you guys would have remembered. At least one of you would have remembered but... no one did." They all looked down or away guiltily. Virgil just walked up the stairs. 

"I'm just... gonna go to my room. You guys can have breakfast without me, I won't mind," he said quietly before silently stepping up the stairs.

Silence crept in as everyone stood feeling guilty and sad. How could they have forgotten? They all felt terrible, even Logan. No one moved except for tears dropping down a few of their faces. Why hadn't anyone remembered, or more importantly, how could they make it up for Virgil? Finally, after a minute of stillness, Remus moved. "We have to find a way to make it up to him." They all nodded, and with that, they began planning.

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Virgil shivered, despite the many blankets he had pulled around himself. His body didn't feel cold, but somehow he did. His heart did. The boy's eyes shifted around the room, finally landing on the lipstick. It just stood there, looking like it had never been used, which was almost true. It was used once, so close enough. He just stared at it, wondering if he would ever wear it again. He kind of didn't want to. Maybe he would, but he probably wouldn't. Reluctantly, Virgil slid out from under the covers and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed the lipstick and dropped it into the trash.

After Virgil had told them about his birthday, he wanted to cry but no tears fell. He supposed that was a good thing, so he wouldn't have to fix his makeup. Looking back at the covers, Virgil now no longer wanted to sit still. The walls of his room were comforting, but they also felt suffocating. The anxious side changed into normal clothes, grabbed his headphones, and stepped out of his room. Voices echoed through the hallways, their source coming from the kitchen.

Virgil really didn't want to face them now, so he quickly went back into his room and wrote a note about how he went on a walk. Then he walked down the hall and opened the window. Wind blew into his face as he climbed through it. There was a small awning that he was able to jump onto after closing the window and he made sure not to fall. Being Anxiety, Virgil's heart was practically beating out of his chest as he hopped down. As his feet made contact and he latched onto the tile, he looked around for where to go next.

He couldn't drop right in front of the window, so he settled for some vines a foot or two away from where he was crouched. "One... Two... Three!" Virgil breathed and launched himself towards the greens. As soon as his hands found the vines, he latched onto them like there was no tomorrow. His feet also quickly found places to stand until he was still once more. He took a deep breath. That wasn't so bad, now was it? Virgil began to climb down the vines until he was safely on the ground. So this is what it's like to sneak out.

Sighing, he pulled his headphones and hood on, selected a song, and began his walk. Maybe this would help to distract him from the looming sadness of his family forgetting his birthday.